Thursday October 19th 2023, 9:20 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

So we were talking over dinner and he mentioned that time that his grandma had called him his freshman year of college; she was chuckling.

I’d never heard this story. I knew she lived in this very small town in the middle of nowhere and where everybody was Mormon.

Seems the restaurant–

Me: that town had a restaurant? Post office, general store, and a movie theater, I remember. (And lots and lots of cows.) How many restaurants did it have?

He thought about it and held up one finger–then a second, but wiggled it in hesitation, his face scrunching up; he wasn’t sure, but, definitely one, anyway.


That restaurant had some pretty plants growing near the windows and on the tables for decoration, as one does.

It wasn’t till one of the young men in that town came home after two years from a mission for the alcohol-, tobacco-. and coffee- and tea-abstaining Mormon Church that there was anybody who recognized what those plants were.

And honey, they weren’t growing it for the hemp.

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I one worked with a woman who thought it would be funny to grow one of those plants on her front stoop … until she found out how tall they could get!

Comment by Anne 10.20.23 @ 12:18 am

A friend thought he was so clever growing his own, slightly hidden in his bedroom, thinking his mother wouldn’t know what it was. It died. Twenty years later she casually mentioned helping water it. With boiling water.

Comment by DebbieR 10.20.23 @ 7:08 am

Well that was an oops for sure. Thanks for the good laugh this morning. I really needed it.

Comment by Chris+S+in+Canada 10.20.23 @ 7:32 am

Oops! Seemed like the perfect crime, didn’t it?

Comment by ccr in MA 10.20.23 @ 11:33 am

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